Bab 544: Destined for a Sleepless Night

Forty minutes later, Cynthia placed three dishes and a soup on the dining table, took off her apron, and went upstairs to call Tristan for dinner. The study door was half-open, and through the crack, Tristan's figure could vaguely be seen. He sat in the chair, facing the computer with an indifferent expression.

Observing for a moment, Cynthia finally pushed the door open slowly. Hearing the sound, Tristan lifted his indifferent eyes, the cold light in his eyes disappearing in an instant, replaced by a hint of gentleness. "Why did you come up?" He abandoned the documents in his hands and quickly stood up to greet her.

Cynthia smiled, "Just a small injury, not enough to lose mobility."

"Wait for me a moment." Tristan bent down and left a soft kiss on her forehead.

Cynthia nodded, "You go ahead, no hurry."